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stability:

this is so pure

jchamphero:

Yikes

pragmatique:

“Thank you for today,” I whisper. The movement of his hand in my hair is hypnotic, the unexpected warmth in his eyes as drugging as the sun on my back. 

“You’re welcome,” he says, voice low.

This is exactly what Callie warned me about, letting my guard down and a Lattimer worming his way under my defenses. But she told me to play nice, too. Act like a content wife so he won’t suspect I’m actually something much more lethal. Maybe with some other boy, some boy without thoughtful green eyes and a calmness at his core, performing those two opposing actions would be easy.

But not with Bishop. I don’t know how to let him touch me without welcoming the heat of his hand. 

-Ivy/Bishop, The Book of Ivy by Amy Engel

tresantes:

fruit salad 

*deep voice* yummy yummy

striders:

reading my own writing: boy, you sure like your commas, don’t you,

jumex:

I don’t need a man but where is he

gansey-and-co:

remusmoopin:

I feel like I’m watching the beginning of a dystopian novel

Damn right

mylordshesacactus:

everyone staring at the election maps right now:

bobbimorxe:

me earlier tonight:

me now: